My mom’s advice to my sister and I while growing up. For the longest time I resented my fair skinned mom for making us feel inferior. Time has healed some of the pain but not all. Funny thing is both my sister & I ended up with white partners. So she got her wish in the end.

It’s more than a stereotype…almost an expectation (from all races) that “strong” is what black women should be. Has “strong” become a euphemism for “it doesn’t matter how we treat them because they’ll survive”?

I’m white. I was raised in a military family that traveled everywhere and
was taught to love what makes us different. Then I had children with a man
who isn’t white. Now, race has taken on a whole new meaning. Explaining race
issues to them is painful…for so many reasons.